Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.